There’s Christmas

There’s Christmas tapping on my door,
I’m on the floor, I’m on the floor;
I vaguely hear people pace;
I search for trace, I search for trace,
I’m looking for your footprints, dear;
They feel so near, they feel so near,
The footprints that my sentience cleft
The day you left, the day you left.

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